The Unclear Manifestation of a Tornado

You were a tornado disguised as a breeze.

I was shocked, for I was used to the sun's rays of anger

that had haunted me by day

and could only be escaped by night.

No longer weary, I was at a newfound ease

The wind was

Calming, soothing, and gentle.

It was all I could want:

A breath of fresh air and new promise.

Within this breeze, 

Flowers danced in the air and just for a second

Everything seemed so beautifully balanced.

Not too hot, not too cold, 

 It was just beautifully right. 

It was refreshing 

Not to worry about shielding myself

From the fiery raging rays

That had blinded my young eyes,

And had tensed my skin.

But without the sun,

Clouds appeared, and suddenly

The wind got rougher.

And before you know it

The flowers had collapsed 

And I was in the air, 

spinning out of control.

My once breeze

Revealed to be a merciless tornado,

Who lived for destruction and did not care for ease.

With his rough winds, I was picked up

As a new toy, or an old home,

Holding only one purpose: 

To be spiraled into pieces.

So I spun 

And I thrashed

Among the winds and bits of flowers.

Miles and miles we went, until 

unexpectedly, I felt those rays I had hated

and was dropped to the ground.

No longer being in the tornado 

must sound as relieving as my once breeze did,

but the tornado never actually left.

instead, bored with me,

it spun and twirled around me and toyed,

destroying and crushing whatever it can.

What do you do next to a tornado

with an uncontrollable desire for chaos?

There's no land of oz waiting for me 

In the shadows of my mind,

Only the harsh brush of reality

And the repercussions of trusting a tornado

And

Believing in a breeze.